Harry Potter's F*cked Life

Harry didn't quite understand what was happening. 

She'd received a message telling her that she was to report to the Potion's Classroom for 'extra tutelage', which she would have three days a week. As her face was still stinging, Dumbledore charming her face to look normal but not actually healing her, Harry wasn't inclined to argue. The healing spells she knew did sad little for swollen and bruised cheeks, though she did know one for small broken bones now. Horrible shame was still burning through her from the night before when the Headmaster had eaten her out and she didn't want to add to the bonfire inside. 

Snape had her re-brewing potions from her previous years that she'd done poorly. It made her nervous and twitchy at first as he'd offer suggestions, until she realized that he wasn't being malicious in his teachings which was a strange thing to wrap her head around. Soon she was looking forward to her lessons, almost jogging down to the dungeons and anxiously awaiting anything Snape had to say.

Of course, it didn't spare her entirely. 

On Halloween night Harry sullenly made her way up to Dumbledore's office immediately after the Feast. She'd wanted to run away from the castle entirely when she saw her uncle and Dumbledore standing before the fireplace in the office. Each enjoying a generous fist of brandy. Before she'd even finished the thought, Dumbledore waved his hand and she was nude before them and she braced herself as Vernon lumbered towards her.

He gripped her chin, moving her head this way and that to look at her and lightly trail his fingertips over her nipples - like Dumbledore had - causing her to shiver as goosebumps appeared across her body. Vernon traced her quicksilver tattoo, seeming to glance at the others, "Doable." the man said after releasing her, taking another drink as he moved away.

Harry didn't understand what he'd meant by that.

Harry had to stand between them after they'd sat down for nearly an hour as they'd talked back and forth. It was something that went over her head, they were likely dancing around saying what they really meant but Harry was busy pretending she wasn't there. Especially as they'd randomly reach out to caress and fondle her, they'd each casually swiveled their fingers around her clit or her nipples - which had made her knees nearly buckle.

"Spread." Dumbledore remarked casually and she felt her cheeks burn as Vernon looked very interested in what was about to happen. Harry bit her lip and spread her legs, standing somewhat awkwardly at the wide stance. Cold fingers fluttered around her folds as she squeezed her eyes shut to ignore what he was doing, shame welling in her as he hummed approvingly. "Wanton little whore." he commented before pulling his hand from her and smacking her sex with an open palm causing her to jolt despite knowing it was coming, "Practically dripping." he told Vernon who then also stuffed a finger inside her.

The large man had groaned, dragging his finger in and out of her a few times, "Definitely doable." It was painful as what they considered 'wet' was not enough for her.

Harry nearly flew from the room, choking back sobs and tears as she walked to her Common Room - she hardly cared about the slapping once she'd been dressed again.

Vernon was inside Hogwarts walls. A wholly terrifying new prospect.

She was completely unaware of the several sets of eyes that spied her and watched, interestingly, wondering what had made Harry Potter cry. It was an admirable effort, they knew, she'd never been one for displaying her pain but whatever it was overwhelmed her entirely.

She'd rested her back against the wall next to a portrait, taking great gasping breaths and slamming her head backwards into the stone a few times. Harry had then let out a haunting wail, sliding down the wall and clutching her knees to her as her entire body shook.

Hell.

No longer a school.

No longer Hogwarts.

She was in hell.

Nowhere was safe.

--

The Twins had questioned why Harry was in the Common Room the first night of her third year, hysterically sobbing, but never got an answer.

It had been nearly two in the morning.

They'd just laid a booby trap with glitter and slime set to explode all over the sixth floor north corridor for reasons they could no longer recall. George had laid a hand on her shoulder and she'd immediately clung to him, covering his mouth with hers before breaking the kiss and brokenly mumbling, "Please, please, please, please..." That was how their strange relationship began, though she hadn't wanted anything beyond kissing and cuddles that night.

They had not had sex with The-Girl-Who-Lived even though they very much wanted to. It had been clear to them that she was using them as an escape from something but they'd been too young to know how to help her. Even now they had no idea what drove Harry to her impulsive clinging, grabbing them seemingly at random. 

Though they also grabbed her and she was always so sweetly obliging.

Like today...

George had his back to the wall of the hidden corridor; one of his arms around Harry's waist, gripping her hip from behind her as she ground against him, his other hand toying with a breast through her bra as his lips attacked her neck - planting licks and kisses with the occasional nip. Fred gripped her ass under her skirt, pressing against her front, toying with her studded nipple after snaking his hand beneath her bra and his lips were drinking in Harry's needy noises. Harry had a hand woven through George's hair behind her, lightly tugging as she squirmed between them, and her other hand clawed slightly at Fred's clothed back.

Fred broke away, panting, and moved to the unattended side of her neck. They both loved to listen to the noises that spilled from her lips; broken panting pleas, near wailing moans and keening gasps, along with the whimpers and whines that fell easily from her. She fell apart so beautifully between them.

She did not disappoint, whining when they both pressed their hips forward to hers in response as she wiggled her hips back and forth. Harry was delicious, in every sense.

"P-please!" came the quiet whimpering plea, and who were they to resist such a sweet entreaty from the underclassmen that was happily being debauched between them?

They knew what she was asking; George and Fred shifted instantly to properly bow before her alter. 
George moved his head to the side of her neck Fred had been on (it hadn't been worshiped nearly enough) and wound his hand that had been at her waist into her hair - she let out the most decadent moan as he roughly tugged to give him easier access to her pale throat. Fred's hand snaked from her ample butt to her hip and his other slithered free of her bra to quickly flip her skirt over his head before spreading her folds and plunging into her - hungrily lapping at her. Harry jerked and George used her movement to force her legs further apart to give his brother better access to the source of nectar between her legs.

Harry let out a breath that sounded almost like relief but her breath hitched and her head lolled back against Georges shoulder, arching further into his sucking, and it became a stuttering keen.

Fred, not to be outdone, began to alternating between slow laps with the flat of his tongue to harshly sucking right on Harry's clit. She nearly squealed, biting her lower lip, before George hastily covered her mouth with his as she writhed and bucked.

--

Severus looked between the three Gryffindors; all looked thoroughly ashamed of what he'd come across. He'd grown curious where Harry was, she wasn't more than a couple minutes late usually.

Draco said he'd seen her on the fifth floor with the Weasley twins. He'd thought that the redheads had roped Harry into helping them with a prank, telling Draco to follow him to escort the twins back to the Common Room if he needed to. It was clear to him, however, despite their false contrition that it was not their first time together nor would it be the last.

It was obvious that Potter had just cum given her near catatonic state and twitching, on one of the one's twins face as he'd offered his twin a taste - the other licking broadly across the firsts chin with his tongue. He'd interrupted just as Harry had moaned loudly, apparently finding the sight arousing, after a few seconds trying to understand what he was seeing. Draco had stood dumbstruck next to him. There may have been some dumbstruck staring...

He found himself, once again, wanting to turn tail and run because of something Harry Potter had done.

Severus really had never prepared himself for her as a sexual being.
The boys looked positively normal, perhaps a little ruffled or damp - though their pupils were blown impossibly wide. Potter looked completely debauched; her lips kiss swollen, her hair was a gripped at and tugged mess, dark angry marks on her neck, her tie undone, shirt untucked and he doubted that she had underwear on as she seemed to shift uncomfortably in the drafty hall. He couldn't see any green in her eyes at the moment.

"Detention, all of you. Weasley's, return to your Common Room. Potter, come with me." he barked, turning and motioning over his shoulder with a crooked finger. Strangely, he only heard Harry trailing after him - he'd expected the twins to scramble away as most did. They seemed to be watching his and Draco's departure with Harry.

He hadn't ordered the blonde to take them to their dorm.

Severus needed something to deal with the marks that angrily adorned Potter's neck.

He instructed the blonde to take Potter to his office and wait for him there. The mediwitch was most tedious, asking which student had received such bruises and why he needed so much of the balm. After nearly half an hour of her inquisitions, he began back down to the dungeons - reminding himself to make the damn salve himself to avoid further questioning. Perhaps teach Potter - it would work well on her cheeks. It was something he'd never thought to keep in stock before.

As he opened his office door to Harry gasping, mewling, while Draco attacked her neck more and was obviously fucking the wixen as she thrashed in pleasure on his office floor - he decided he'd likely need to make many things he'd not thought of. Maybe a blinding potion, or just consuming enough alcohol to do the job - maybe erasing the memory, as well. One point in favor of the alcohol option.

"Off!" he barked as he entered the office, pleased as Draco tumbled back in surprise. Less pleased as ropes of cum splattered his carpet and the outside of Harry's robes and skirt from the Malfoy heir's twitching cock, the girl whining with a noticeable damp spot beneath her on the carpet.

'This girl will be the death of me,' he thought tiredly, making a note to emphatically encourage his lord to free his Death Eaters from Azkaban and abduct the girl sooner rather than later. Why must he be privy to the girls sexcapades? That added dig seemed wholly unnecessary on the universes part.

The repeated abuse had clearly broken something inside, she was seeking any sort of joy or pleasure she could from any source - shamelessly. He couldn't help but think it was a good thing that Marcus Flint had graduated, the boy had a nose for vulnerability and a reputation for taking advantage - and cruelty - he'd likely have honed in on Harry and be fucking her wildly in the halls everyday as she screamed. She'd, more than likely, 'willingly' have let him. 

Severus didn't doubt that the word 'no' hadn't been introduced, or had been erased from her vocabulary in such situations.

He tossed the jar of ointment to Draco, telling him to put it on all the marks on her neck, as he moved toward his desk. Severus had a mountain of essays to get through and he'd wasted time waiting for Harry and then swiftly hunting her down. Nearly a half hour later he heard a noise that was clearly uncertain; Harry had leaned/slumped after falling asleep while Draco generously applied the cream... into the Malfoy heir. He looked alarmed as he locked eyes with Severus, who waved him off. 

Severus did watch over the top of the next essay, amused, as Draco shifted - having set the jar aside - and tried to get comfortable. He looked nervous as, instead of resting against him, Harry wormed about and wrapped her arms around him - laying against the young Malfoy's chest. A contented sigh came from her, Harry likely relaxing to the beat of his heart. Draco looked as if he'd shoot the top of the astronomy tower, which amused Severus greatly. The blonde had just fucked her but was mortified as she cutely snuggled against him, her face relaxed and content.

If his student expected him to help in any sort of way, he was sorely mistaken. 

Perhaps it was because of what he knew that he relished seeing Harry being a vulnerable child, safely - under his gaze she was definitely that... He was overlooking the fact that she was overly sexual in favor of focusing on her small reclamation(s) pressed against Draco Malfoy's chest as he actively chose to ignore the stream of drool coming from the unconscious clingy wixen. Every time he shifted beneath her she melded to him. 

When Severus left, having finished grading papers and decidedly not waking up the pair - Draco was curved around Harry almost protectively with his back to the arm of couch. He was leaning somewhat against the back of the couch, Harry still had her ear firmly planted over where his heart was. Their arms were now woven and intermingled together, Harry had wrapped her legs around his thigh closest to the back of the couch - latching on to the warmth beneath her.